Love is like a precious thing
That man could keep and bring
With his eyes forever on it
And brags to those who look at it

O Foolish man of courage and Wit
Forgots he could not keep a bit
Cause all days pass and by
In due time he will die

Like the flower that withers and fades
Is the fate of man he can't evade
And surely it won't be that long
Where he rest on the place he belong